As the timbers fuel the fire
That grows slowly from a
Small spark ~
Think of me as the color of Love.
Not like lightning, not an instant,
But as a gracefully growing flower,
From a seedling, from the Earth.
Think of me as the color of Love,
Breathe in each hue, one by one,
Let it fill you over a lifetime.
The warmth of me is your abode,
When you are away, it pulls you home.
A song of a time when there was no haste
And each passing day brought new joys.
Think of me as a different kind of Magic ~
The one that always quenches,
The one that never ends.